“What the f**k is taking so goddamn long?” Simon snarled into the phone, bursting into his office and planting himself behind the desk.
It had been fifteen agonizing minutes since he instructed Randy Perez, the security chief, to bring him the footage of Carmen leaving the locked room. He was dying to see who the hell had the audacity to waltz onto his turf and disrespect him like that.
However, fifteen minutes had gone by, and he hadn’t received any updates from the team.
Randy swallowed nervously. “Boss, we’re doing everything we can, but something… something went wrong. Our screens are blank. We’re trying to figure out what happened.”
“Again? What the hell am I paying you useless idiots for? Do you exist solely to disappoint me every damn hour of the day? I swear to f*****g Christ,
